这是我的选择
<p>我在今夜失眠了，随着一只脚跨出高三，两条路摆在了我眼前，一条是选个热门的专业，将来成为腰缠万贯的大款；另一条是许多农村人都不愿走的路，一条在经济浪潮中快被淹没的路———农业。</p><p><span word="I">I</span> <span word="lost">lost</span> <span word="sleep">sleep</span> <span word="tonight">tonight</span>. <span word="With">With</span> <span word="one">one</span> <span word="foot">foot</span> <span word="stepping">stepping</span> <span word="out">out</span> <span word="of">of</span> <span word="senior">senior</span> <span word="three">three</span>, <span word="two">two</span> <span word="roads">roads</span> <span word="came">came</span> <span word="to">to</span> <span word="my">my</span> <span word="eyes">eyes</span>. <span word="One">One</span> <span word="is">is</span> <span word="to">to</span> <span word="choose">choose</span> <span word="a">a</span> <span word="popular">popular</span> <span word="major">major</span> <span word="and">and</span> <span word="become">become</span> <span word="a">a</span> <span word="rich">rich</span> <span word="man">man</span> <span word="in">in</span> <span word="the">the</span> <span word="future">future</span>. <span word="The">The</span> <span word="other">other</span> <span word="is">is</span> <span word="a">a</span> <span word="road">road</span> <span word="that">that</span> <span word="many">many</span> <span word="rural">rural</span> <span word="people">people</span> <span word="are">are</span> <span word="unwilling">unwilling</span> <span word="to">to</span> <span word="take">take</span>. <span word="The">The</span> <span word="other">other</span> <span word="is">is</span> <span word="a">a</span> <span word="road">road</span> <span word="that">that</span> <span word="is">is</span> <span word="almost">almost</span> <span word="submerged">submerged</span> <span word="in">in</span> <span word="the">the</span> <span word="economic">economic</span> <span word="tide">tide</span> - <span word="agriculture">agriculture</span>.</p><p>我翻身下床，走到窗前，透过窗户可以看到许多星星正一闪一闪的。这么多的星星让我想起了大忙时田里那些烈日下收割稻子的乡邻们，想起了在稻田里时隐时现的爸爸、妈妈。土地看着我出生，伴着我成长，田埂上，菜地里都深深印下了我一串串的足迹。当邻人的小孩还在父母怀里哭闹时，我已蹒跚着跟母亲下地；当别人刚学会写“蔬菜”两字时，我已知道了怎样种青菜、萝卜和茄子。我和土地有着深厚的感情。可是，做了几十年农民的爸爸妈妈却不希望我的未来与土地、与农业有关。为什么？一句话“做农民苦，做个好农民更苦。”是呀，做为农民的儿子这我能不知道吗？烈日下，妈妈常为那几棵芝麻而不停地舞动锄头；暴雨中，爸爸要为那几块秧苗而带着铁锹不住地巡视。每次看到他们如此辛劳，终了还要为一年的生计而苦恼，我的心就痛。他们付出了那么多，回报却很少，我的心在悲。</p>
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